Wisdom: hello
Me: hi
Wisdom: i love your photos
Me: thanks
Wisdom: i would love to meet you personally
Me: :):)
Wisdom: i really want
is there any event you will join in or party something, i would love to join in there, too...
Me: who are you?
Wisdom: i am an artist, i mean my second degree was in fine arts..
but i do journalism full time now..
at the United Nations...
Me: why do you have no photos of yourself?
Wisdom: but I LOVE ARTS
Me: yes i gathered that
Wisdom: fashion and show biz, too...
Me: did you see that i asked you a question?
Wisdom: yes, i can send you one of my photos..
Me: that's not what i asked you
Wisdom: this is only art and fun
i would like to put some of my early works..
i am not a handsome to put my photo here, but i can put my some works...
Me: you are foreign?
Wisdom: as much as you are? i don't feel i am a foreigner
Me: i guess your grammar threw me off
Wisdom: but i have an foreign origin as many Americans..
yes my grammar as just did...
an foreign.. there is not such a word.. bluh bluh.. if you are drunk you may do same..
Me: are you drunk?
Wisdom: anyway I LOVE YOUR FUN SIDE..
little bit
i really want to participate any of your fun events.
Me: are you a fan of SHE-DICK's page?
Wisdom: YES
Me: well then you will be notified :):)
Wisdom: NICE
but can we meet and be friend?
Me: no..
sorry
Wisdom: NOOOOO
Me: i'm isolating myself these days
Wisdom: WHY?
Me: growing pains
Wisdom: NO PLEASE!
NO, NO... not that much
no pain thing
Me: i can barely understand you
Wisdom: i don't like pain things
no pain, but fun and joy..
happiness
Me: right.
no, we can't meet.
i'm isolating myself these days and am very selective with whom i give my time to.
Wisdom: why? please
I AGREE THAT, TOTALLY
Me: and i'm experiencing growing pains so i'm not seeking fun or joy or happiness right now
Wisdom: AND REALLY RESPECT THAT
Me: great
Wisdom: BUT I AM NOT THAT KIND OF PERSON WHO CAN GIVE YOU ANY NEGTIVE..
Me: why have you switched to all caps, like you're yelling?
Wisdom: sorry
but when my feeling up
i did it
Me: right. so that's why i'm not going to meet you and be your friend
plus, i'm not sure if you're aware of this, but i'm a stickler for correct grammar
Wisdom: nice
Me: so it's instantly repelling for me to come in contact with someone who has poor grammar
Wisdom: i like that
Me: i'm glad you like it
Wisdom: i like all nice thing
i liked it because you were right
i like all positive thing
can i invite you to a launch in manhattan
be my guest
Me: you can invite me, but i won't go.
you are not even paying attention to the things i'm writing to you.
Wisdom: or drink or dinner?
Me: nope
wow, desperate much?
Wisdom: because your sweetness, it is maybe not just your sweetness it is also you style and ambience
Me: i'm not being very sweet to you
Wisdom: friends and all thing with you..
Me: but you're not really noticing anything i write
i have a penis
Wisdom: your art perpective, too..
Me: and it's 9 inches long
and black
with two eyes
and teeth
Wisdom: :):)
so
it is ok to be a friend
i know your show from your page and your friends page, seems exciting!
Me: i also lay eggs
Wisdom: come on..
Me: each one hatches a different creature
they are all children of the moon
Wisdom: nice!
Me: some have tails, some have beaks
Wisdom: great!
Me: one thing in common is that they all have a tiny pearl at the base of their spine
Wisdom: haha
Me: and they're quite the coveted jewel, people try to buy my babies before hey hatch
Wisdom: you are great!
Me: extract the pearl from the egg
because once the eggs hatch, you have to de-bone the baby to get the pearl
and that's murder
Wisdom: wow for all your words..
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Uncommon Grief
Death is a transition from one vibration to another. Like switching the setting of your box fan from low to high. Matter simply changes states.
Reacting to death is not always so cut and dry. The common response is sadness, sympathy. I would most definitely feel a sense of incalculable loss if my mother died, which one day she will. For years, I have been collecting hand-written notes from her. They are fewer and farther between now, but I keep them saved up, many unread, so that I have a trigger for the waterworks if need be. Yes, I fear that I may not cry if my mother dies. I fear that numbness will overtake me and I just might step down to the third rail and give it a kiss.
Monday, April 12, 2010
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